He had to do it.

He had to- they had threatened not only his life, but you. And that was something he could not bear to witness.

His skin had been branded, covered in the ink from that malevolent beast which was too far gone to be called human.

He had hidden it well, until he hadn’t.

He had gotten careless, one night as you were wrapped up in his arms, resting behind the curtains of his dorm bed- his sleeve had rolled up, revealing the mark.

“Regulus” you spoke softly, the shock evident in your tone “Why- why would you do this?”